Falling Down(58)

"True. But I still made it."
"Mmm," I moan as I take another bite of pie. "Your mom's a genius."
With this, Jesse frowns. He's actually pouting. He is too cute.
"Turn that frown upside down, mister. You've baked a fabulous pie."
"I'm not sure I want your compliments now."
"Awww, poor Jesse. I didn't stroke your ego hard enough?"
He looks at me. "I've got something you can stroke."
I laugh. "Let me eat my pie and I'll do just that. On second thought…" I break off, setting the plate down on the bed and leaning forward. "Lose the boxers, Jesse."
He raises a brow and smirks.
"Whatcha got in mind, Luce?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
Jesse strips his boxer briefs off and sits back, resting on his elbows, legs stretched out, his cock semi-erect.
I lift a brow when I see it and he shrugs. "I've been sporting a semi or full hard-on since I saw you singing on that stage."
"Well, let's take care of that for you, shall we?"
I lean forward and Jesse rests his hand on my shoulder halting my progress.
"What?"
"I thought you were sore."
"I am, but what does that have to do with me giving you a blowjob?"
Jesse raises his eyebrows. "Nothing, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you unsatisfied."
"Yeah, pretty sure that's not an issue, Jesse. How many orgasms did you say you gave me?"
"Five."
"Right. And how many did you have?"
"Two."
I nod. "There you go then." I push his hand off my shoulder and reach a hand out for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his rapidly-hardening flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jesse lets out a soft grunt then lays back on the bed and folds his hands under his head. Awesome. His body is mine, and what a sexy body it is. He's muscular all over. His legs and calves are thick and well defined. His abs sport more than a six pack, I count--a solid eight pack. His arms are large, so large I can't wrap two hands around them, but not so large they look disgusting. I really hate overdone muscles, especially when they get all veiny--like when the veins stick up all the time. Gross. I saw Jesse's back and ass earlier--perfection. His body is nothing short of yum.
I stroke his cock slowly. He really is a very big boy. It's no wonder I'm sore. Over fourteen months of no sex and then I get a guy with a porn star cock. Yeah, I'm a lucky girl, but ouch. Soreness.
I climb up and straddle his legs. Jesse watches me and I don't break his stare as I slowly lower my head and swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock. His eyes drift closed and a low moan drifts between his lips.
I want to please him as he pleased me. When his eyes open and his gaze locks onto mine, my lips envelop his cock and I slowly take him into my mouth, wrapping a hand around the base. There is no way I'll ever fit that bad boy in my mouth no matter how far I can deep throat.
I work his length as best as I can, using my other hand to stroke, and I must be doing something right from the sounds Jesse's making.
"Sweet Jesus, Lucy. Your mouth wrapped around my cock is f*cking incredible."
His fingers thread through my hair and I know he's going to take control soon. I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can.
"Fuuuuuuck."
I stifle my grin. Yeah, I thought he'd like that. I do it again and again until Jesse's hips start to thrust. I slide my free hand up and gently tug on his nipple ring.
"God damn, Lucy. Your mouth is so f*cking good."
I stroke his cock with each thrust of his hips, with my hand and my tongue. I tighten the suction and he groans louder.
He thrusts deeper past the resistance of my throat over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair. I slide my other hand between his legs and gently cup his balls. He lets out a grunt.